Old Tales; New Moon

I’ve contemplated

I wanted to share

A secret. Secret affair.

Not one of winter.

Summer is better.

Lets retell stories:

Unknown to you; Is’t

This new moon forecasted.

When we are aged and

I recollected thoughts

Mind over matter;

Definitions cease.

Intellect appeased,

Forelorn years, years gone!

Youngred, teen or adult-

Starten to emulate-

And again a heart

Falls apart. Yarn speak.

Tears are good! Good.

….Well, tears are dreadful…?

Tears are companions.

Oh!And I reminescent!

Listen, to my secret.

Sprit calls for more.

Love lore does not bore.

Boredom fades away.

All these words, are a note.

Feeding on my soul:

Life infills me, whole.

Those eyes honest/ dreamy.

Those hands masculine;(Free)

Those tiny feet messages ; (Adjoining)

Those words take speech let

Me in close. Closer. Close….

Timex can be heard.

Hark? …Ticking ignored…

Ticking compose….A special code-

Sound….so clear! Echoes.

And I think of him.

Every good day shared,

Nothing compares. I

I bared your same pain.

Somethings- Unforgettable!